Tea Time
There’s a beauty that steeps on the inside
With teacups tipped and sipped
Table talks held til the break of dawn
As long as one teabag is dipped
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And the water that boils; is endless
One cup tints another, for you
Whistling tunes that reach to the moon
At nights end; we’re drinking purely dew …
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Olden autumn memories
Kelly Sampson Griswold